Bad Ass Kid lyrics

[Intro]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks, they keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live, that hustle sh*t wasn't makin' sense
Put this b*tch up on the toughest n*gga, watch him turn b*tch
If he survive them chopper shots, bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots, he on a sh*tbag
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[Verse 1: GMO Stax]
Just like Ricky, in the alley where we caught his ass
And we get back gang just like Doе Boy
f*ck a back door, gang open the front door
I'm a jackass, they hatе how I'm pullin' stunts on 'em
Bullets fast as hell, they hawk you down, you can't run from 'em
Bulletproof vest, n*gga, I ain't goin' for it
Pull down they block slow, 'cause they be runnin' from us
I be havin' to go slow 'cause she be runnin' from it
I got the ball in my hands, I can't fumble on 'em
I don't trust these n*ggas, one up top, always clutchin' on it
Stood ten in my whites, the winter and the summer
That ain't your b*tch, if I want her, I'll get her from you
Don't get caught on the other side, 'cause it's still f*ck 'em
f*cked a hundred other hoes and she still love me
All them L's that we took, b*tch, we still goin'
Chasin' all that clout, your ass gon' get killed for it
[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks, they keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live, that hustle sh*t wasn't makin' sense
Put this b*tch up on the toughest n*gga, watch him turn b*tch
If he survive them chopper shots, bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots, he on a sh*tbag
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Caught that pus*y n*gga lackin', where your blick at?
Rub up on him with that pipe, where your wrist— hmm
I be thuggin' in my hood right where the Crips at
Love to dress, twenty thousand gone just to mismatch
I just dropped a pint of clean in a dollar pop
They like how he drinkin' Act' and that sh*t out of stock?
Ran it up from makin' crumbs, finna buy the block
Hit Miami, I'm with SpotemGottem, we just spot an opp
Forty for that rubber band, yeah, I just blew the face
Up that Drakey, this b*tch singin' like it's Coi Leray
I make music for the robbers, been done blew the bass
In your town, got a hundred shooters movin' through the state

[Chorus: GMO Stax]
Body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
B&Es, hittin' licks, they keep sayin' I'm a bad-ass kid
I had to get it how I live, that hustle sh*t wasn't makin' sense
Put this b*tch up on the toughest n*gga, watch him turn b*tch
If he survive them chopper shots, bet he won't walk again
He survive them stomach shots, he on a sh*tbag
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
Everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
[Outro: GMO Stax]
Everybody, ayy
Yeah, ah, yeah